Your Suicidal Doll

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A new offering of bones for the garden please enjoy the following selection.  Feedback always appreciated.

 

Spooky regards,

Bone Mother Belle ❤

 

Your Suicidal Doll 05/31/2017

Into the abysmal night she flew,

away from the gossamer webs,

far from the shadows of pale light,

The doll ran far away,

It was all she could do,

To hide the truth,

So that no one could see,

That the doll was falling apart,

Imperfections that could no longer be masked,

Everyone would see the ugly truth,

There would be whispers,

Words that traveled,

A reputation ruined that was held dear,

So into the abysmal night she flew,

To find her oblivion,

No one would care,

No being would grieve,

She will only be remembered,

By the way she so deceived,

And so into the night she flew,

To find a death that was worthy,

The worth of a doll.

© 2017 T.B. Morte

 

 

Scheherazade’s Ending

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Its been a while since reading the  tales of Scheherazade, but what always fascinated me was that she used her wit to survive.  With this piece I wanted to use that same  aspect but the outcome to be much different indeed.

Scheherazade’s Ending 09/28/2016

I didn’t choose the harem life,

The harem life chose me,

From a young child,

Taken away,

Handed over,

I don’t remember,

For its all in the same,

I am entwined in the Caliphate,

To be sometimes cherished,

On occasion adored,

A face among many other flowers,

The wife of the Sultan,

Its privileges I am blessed with,

And its curses as well,

Devoted to one man till my dying breath,

Although my devotion will never be matched,

And often incurred is my husband’s wrath,

The flowers of the garden are often weeded out and replaced,

I did not chose the harem life don’t you see,

The harem life chose me,

I have learned it is better to be the rose,

Than the prickly thorn,

Lash after lash,

I learned it was not wise,

To speak out against the mighty Caliph,

My fellow flowers,

Who also felt the sting,

Did not agree,

So by under the Moon’s brightest beam,

I bore witness,

One by one,

They took their vengeance,

With  the sharpest of blades,

Piercing the Sultan’s skin,

Till there was nothing left of him,

My caste becoming a widow,

I did not chose the harem life,

The harem life chose me,

For it  is against the law,

To strike the skin of the Sultan,

For it is against the laws of the Harem,

to be without their Master,

The punishment is slow death,

Today I became a widow,

It is also the day that I shall die.

 

©2016 T.B.Morte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fallen Queen

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A follow-up to my recent alternate Snow -White fairy tale. From the POV of “The Sweet Prince”.  Enjoy ❤ Belleen

 

The Fallen Queen 09/13/2016

Dark was my heart,

pale was her skin,

she loved me still,

it echoed through me,

Would she love me still,

if she really understood,

that I was more monster than man,

Damned beyond forgiveness,

 

I am no longer the Prince,

But an aconite of lust,

The vassal of the Queen,

made of flesh and bone,

Her whim is my command,

No matter how perverse,

Its the only world I know,

This cascade of  exquisite darkness,

 

The Queen was captured,

My beloved made sure of that,

Her wrath swaddled in justice,

As my captor was made to dance in hot irons,

Her cries brought  a silent agony,

Our endgame  destroyed too soon,

 

She will slowly die,

And I along with her,

My sweet Princess,

Can she feel my secret pain?

Will she love me still,

If she knew the truth,

That I loved the woman,

who is dying in the fire,

 

The princess whose pale as snow,

Conquered the fallen queen,

But destroyed the heart of  what she claimed to have loved the most,

The Prince  the creature of the Queen.

 

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

 

 

 

The Villetry of Fae

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It seems we are clearly in the Alternate Fairy Tale phase again.  Please enjoy the following selection.

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mama Belleen

 

The Villetry of Fae 09/01/2016

There lies our dearest Beauty,
Deep in slumber,
Wrapped in gossamer,
Guarded by cobweb,
For an eternity,
Our beauty will slumber,

For there was no choice,
The spell had to be cast,
It was for the best,
Although many tears were shed,
To protect what we loved,
Against the others,
More importantly against Beauty herself,

This spell was cast before,
To salve Maleficent’s curse,
Beauty would receive true love’s kiss,
And things would begin anew,

There was another part of the curse,
No one knew save yet Maleficent,
It died with her as the prince destroyed her,
The kiss of the Prince carried the trace of Insanity,

As our Beauty awakened with life,
She could only see death,
So death she caused,
Her thirst for bloodlust could not be slaked,

Her Father the King battered and tortured,
Next was her mother the Queen burnt at the stake,
Quick work was made of the Prince with a beheading,
My sisters Flora and Fauna met a fate worse than death,
Their wings were ripped and torn asunder,
I being left the only survivor,

For what is a fairy without their wings?
Our beauty did this,
The princess we loved as a babe,
Guarded as a child,
Our Beauty in the end Maleficent’s gift,

So the spell was cast,
I muttered the incantation with a heavy heart,
As I became the villain,
Beauty fell into the deepest of slumbers,
This time no Prince to come with a rescuing kiss,
Only I the fairy Merriweather to watch over her,
Till the end of days,

My Briar Rose,
My darling Beauty,
My bane made of thorns.

©2016 T.B.Morte

Dead Men Tell No Tales

Dead Men Tell No Tales 07/27/2016

Dead men tell no tales,

At least that is what has been told to thee,

As my love and I oscillated towards the sea,

Further into the waves we danced to and fro,

The kelp wrapping around  our ankles,

While cuttlefish tickled our toes,

Further into the sea we were pulled,

I was not afraid for I felt at home,

As I looked into my lover’s eyes,

Beguiled he was deeply enchanted ,

Failed to noticed the water levels had risen,

Or that my form had changed,

My legs gone replaced by spined fish tail,

Propelling us deeper into the ocean,

I heard my love cry out as his lungs were filled with salt water,

The lack of oxygen did him in,

Pity my jolly sailor bold,

As he went  limp in my arms,

I released my love and watched his body float towards the depths below,

Pity that he loved  a siren,

His story will be kept silent forever by his death,

For a dead man cannot tell a mermaid’s tale.

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

On the Eighth Day

On the Eighth Day 05/10/2016

On the eighth day she was given oblivion,

it was a solution to all the madness,

it was said it would take away all the pain,

On the seventh day she was given heartbreak,

she knew the way that knife could cut,

seductively and with precision along her skin,

On the sixth day she was given indecision,

the roads so twisted where one nightmare ended,

another nightmare began,

On the fifth day she was given temptation,

a beguiling gift of extravagant grandeur,

sweet was temptation but left her bitter,

On the fourth day she was given illusion,

the power to make everything beautiful,

hiding the marred with optical glamors,

On the third day she was given love eternally,

a gift she knew would not remain immortal,

Loved she did eternally  both a blessing and curse,

On the second day she was given Chaos,

A friend in discord was a friend indeed,

chaos and discord made great bedfellows,

On the first day she was given the knife,

the knife she kept close to her heart,

the knife to find her oblivion.

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

 

The Snow Garden (New Fairy Tale Poem)

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Here is a second helping preview of “When Once Upon A Dream”.  This is another poem.  The particular piece is indeed based off of Snow White.  It’s a POV from the Evil Queen when Snow White is still a child.  Its supposed to be poem that gives you chills as  you read.  Lets hope I was successful 🙂

 

Regards,

Bone Mama Belle

 

The Snow Garden 08/10/2014

I see you playing in the garden,

full of innocence,

beaming the radiance,

of a perfect child,

 

Lips red as the rose,

Hair black as ebony,

Skin white as snow,

 

You are a beauty,

As far as looks would go,

 

Should I be jealous?

 

That one day your beauty,

could one day overpower mine?

 

The day will come,

when the populace will no longer speak of the Queen,

but boast of Snow White,

 

Or should I school you now,

in the price you will pay,

For the vanity you will inherit,

 

Shall I be cruel?

Or should I be most kind?

 

Neither choice will earn your love,

Not that I want your affections,

 

I crave your fear,

as well as your despair,

And ultimately your beauty,

 

Lips red as the rose,

Hair black as ebony,

Skin white as snow,

 

So I will watch you play in the garden,

As a wolf watches a doe,

Waiting for the moment to strike,

which will be years to come,

 

Then everyone will see,

Who really is the fairest of them all. © T.B. Morte 

 

From the Collection : “When Once Upon A Dream ” ©  T.B. Morte 2014

Snow becomes Red (The Snow In the Garden) ***New Fairy Tale Poem***

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This is a preview piece of my new WIP (tenatively titled “When Once Upon A Dream”)  It is going to be a fairy tale anthology of poetry, short stories, and nursery rhymes told from a “dark” perspective.

 

The selection below is my version of “Snow White & Rose Red”  originally written by the Brothers Grimm.

 

Enjoy,

Bone Mama Belle

 

 

The Snow in the Garden 08/10/2014

“What one has she must share with the other.”

 

It was a line our Mother often said.

 

She spoke it when we were children,

small and petite when we really

did love one another,

 

She reminded us when we grew older,

when we were no longer small but

sprouts that grew taller,

And our affection towards one another had

diminished some,

 

She demanded this of us,

when we became young women,

And our hearts were subject to the whims of men,

The love between two sisters faded into memory,

 

As the years have gone by,

seasons change,

as has my perspective,

 

I no longer love the person,

whose hand I held so dear,

 

I will break the vow,

I swore,

 

I promised to never leave you,

Never so long as we live,

My sweet sister,

Rose Red,

 

I leave you in the garden,

along with Mother,

Dead and buried,

both done by my own hand,

 

For I could not share with you,

The Kingdom,

The Crown,

Or The Glory,

 

There can only be one Queen,

Her name is Snow White,

And not Rose Red.

© T.BMorte 

 

From the Anthology Collection:  “When Once Upon A Dream” © T.B. Morte 2014

 

 

 

Most Newest Poem

Omnibus in foro S.P.D. It would seem the Bone Mamma is trying to make a comeback.  This here is my most newest poem.  Feedback as always appreciated! *smiles*

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mamma Belle

Unbinding 02/03/2014

On this day,

I do unwind,

the ties between you and I,

On this day, ends the journey where it began,

This anniversary of undoing,

On this day, I shall sever,

what brought you and I together,

Setting aflame the ties that bind,

For now and ever,

Several years ago back when,

You were mine,

And I was thine,

Several years later,

I am not who I was back then,

And I see the reflection clearly in the mirror,

Of what was always in front of me,

Your love I could claim never,

On this day by twilight’s dawn,

I undo the promise that was given broken,

For evermore you shall not have to linger,

I cast you away like a stranger,

For now and forever I am no longer thine,

and you are no longer mine.

©2014 Tragedienne Belle Morte

An Ode to Poe

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As I found myself reading some Poe before bedtime last night.  I found myself traveling through my own poetic archives and found this goodie.  I wrote this about eight years ago but I have always loved it.  Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favorite authors of all time, and yes I had to give tribute.  I wrote this from the perspective of “Lenore” because I always wondered “what if’?  Please enjoy the following selection 🙂

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mamma Belle

Ode to Lenore’s Raven  07/10/2005

Once upon a midnight dreary, while he pondered weak and weary,

Over many quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore,

Due to his unfaithfulness,

On my deathbed did I decide to settle
the score,

Through the seven hells it heard my prayer,

And what appeared was a
sight far scarier,

Feathers black as pitch and eyes like fire,

It knew immediately my
utmost desire,

“May he know no peace,

may he forever be left in torment,

let madness

become his insanity” I spoke,

Quote the Raven as it replied “Nevermore”,

The nightmare began shortly after my demise,

When my once beloved

was merely sleeping,

then came the infamous tapping,

The tapping of his chamber door,

it was the beginning of so much more,

This foul craven creature performed its duty,

with absolute morbid glory,

My former lover had paid the price dearly,

 left insane for all eternity,

It’s a pity my agreement wasn’t stated more clearly,

What goes around indeed comes around,

the price paid for a woman being scorned,

Now I’m left with this feathered terror,

in a plagued abyss with no ending,

left forever with the raven’s cawing,

Uttering a single word, forever tormenting,

Quote the Raven as it sayeth “Nevermore”.

© 2005  Tragedienne Belle Morte Based Upon: “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe 

From The Collection “Plasmatic BloodFall”